Ronan pov
Mother’s room was too quiet when I entered.
The healers had left for the morning, and the only sound was her labored breathing. Each inhale seemed to cost her more than the last.
She’d been doing better. Just yesterday, she’d been sitting up, eating, talking about the future. Now she was back to this, gray skin, sunken eyes, barely conscious.
The sickness always came back. No matter how many good days we had, it always returned.
“Mother?” I moved to her bedside.
She didn’t stir.
My chest tightened. For a horrible moment, I thought…
But then I saw the slight rise and fall of her chest. Still breathing and still fighting.
“You shouldn’t tire yourself worrying.”
I turned to find Juliet standing near the window, her dress a soft blue that caught the morning light. I hadn’t
